Journey to the Unknown

 

Within the vastness of space,

the unchartered terrain of

passing time,

there is abundantly more

silence than sound,

sameness than transformation,

darkness than light,

quiescence than turmoil.



The night sky an

introduction to the

voluptuous panoply of stars,

planets,

black holes,

stretching out to the

innumerable galaxies

beyond reach,

beyond the realm of

expectation.



The individual span of time of a

singular earthly human

infinitesimally small in stature

so brief,

so fleeting that

upon the cosmic clock

it does not register.



Yet, in spite of

such meager proportions,

human mind can comprehend such

exquisite realities of time and space,

can embrace these truths,

can apply this formidable knowledge,

an exquisite reality

fundamental to the

very nature of human existence.

Fragile Spirits

 

Like fragile spirits,

evanescent blossoms,

ethereal wind-blown

enigmas of time,

masters of wistful illusions,

we are thrust into

fitful existence.



Echos of the past

precede us,

shaped by the present,

anchored by gravity,

we navigate towards

an unknown future,

forever uncertain,

propelled by the

raucous energy of life.



Like fragile spirits

prisoners of birth,

love and desire,

we grasp for meaning,

longing to break free

into the light.



Like fragile spirits

brimming with hope,

we ride upon time’s currents

until we inhale that

final wisp of air and

come full circle.

Even the Bamboo Sings

 

The earth sings in ways

we cannot fathom.


The seas instruct us

on the nature of rhythm

as tides caress the shoreline,


The sun shepherds its planets

across the limitless sky

with infinite precision.


Black bamboo

has its ritual of dying

on a global scale,


The earth sings in ways

we cannot fathom.